[He sighs, defeated. You win this round, Serket. And all the other ones, if we're being honest.]

Fin. But owt on the rowteth, nowhar near peepul or burdings. [He holds up two hands.] Gutta go gert new gar furst though. Ten meenuth. Mee' 'ou there in ten meenuth.

[Just in case something happens, you know? He never realized how lost he felt without the little device until just now.]